Love Unspoken

Gazing at the ceiling, a wave of desolation and sorrow once again engulfed Quinn's heart.

Tears shimmered in her eyes, and an unexplained weariness enveloping her entire being rendered her reluctant to even sit up.

As if sensing something, Quinn turned her head and saw the man sitting at the bedside, causing her to pause in surprise.

He was dressed in that black shirt, neatly attired, leaning against the headboard with his eyes lowered, staring directly at her. Quinn met his intense gaze, momentarily lost in thought. Neither of them spoke.

Quinn couldn't recall what had happened the night before. To her, this man remained a stranger.

Despite sharing the same face as Alexander, Quinn couldn't find any familiar traces in those eyes. The eyes of a person could not deceive.

Rising from the bed, Quinn disregarded the man beside her and strode out of the room.

Alexander followed suit, descending the stairs alongside her, both shrouded in a heavy silence.

Miller contemplated inviting the duo for a meal but witnessing their tension; the words remained unspoken.

Quinn brushed past Miller, heading towards the entrance.

"This..." Miller's gaze shifted from the figure at the door to Alexander. "I will follow Quinn."

"No need," Alexander curtly replied, striding out of the villa in long strides.

Emerging outside, the surrounding snow left Quinn disoriented. After her sleep, the entire world seemed transformed.

Engulfed in a sea of white, the sun's piercing rays offered nothing but a chilly brightness upon her skin.

Traversing the path, her shoes creaked in the snow, the melting flakes seeping into them, sending shivers down her spine.

After a lengthy venture, Quinn flagged down a passing taxi, showing the driver the address on her phone, to which he nodded understanding.

The taxi brought her to the entrance of Lindwood School of Arts. Getting out of the car, she sat down on a roadside stone, wrapped in her down jacket, staring fixedly at the school gate.

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Just a short distance away, Alexander's luxury car was parked by the curb, his gaze fixed on Quinn.

After sitting for a while, her nose turned slightly red, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

And she sat there stubbornly, staring at the school gate, afraid of missing the appearance of that person.

Alexander lit a cigarette, leaning against the car window, taking slow, leisurely drags.

Fortunately, the sun's presence brought a degree of warmth to the icy landscape.

Individuals swept snow by the roadside, creating soft rustling sounds. Passing students would kick at tree branches, causing snow to cascade down onto Quinn. Thankfully, her hat intercepted the snow, allowing it to slide off.

She stared at the school gate, while Alexander stared back at her from a distance, separated by a road-not too far, yet not too close.

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As time trickled by, the sun vanished behind veils of gray clouds, sprinkling the sky with gentle snowflakes, bestowing the scene with a cozy ambiance.

Quinn's phone rang again, and she took it out to check it was a message from Orion.

She no longer had a clear impression of this person, but after flipping through their chat history, she had a rough idea of their relationship.

Orion messaged her yesterday without a response, and today, he reached out once more.

Orion: [Quinn, you're about to have a break, right? Where are you planning to go during the break?]

Orion knew she had divorced Alexander, living alone now. He had checked and found out Quinn wasn't Alexander's sister but a foster daughter adopted by the Kennedys. After the divorce, she was essentially homeless, with nowhere to go for the holidays, right?

The image of her all alone hit Orion hard.